Art of Living and You

Hi all. So what if I don't cognize to blog? I have got come up on the block. Oh! No, this is not me telling. You cognize I was pushed into blogging when I just became aware of the word. And the words above are the generous advice of that pusher. He is a friend of long standing. If I have got got to fault him, I have to fault for grounds that are countless. You cognize he is such as an amiable chap and a friendly Satan kinda cat that you can't fault him even when you desire to. Secretly I confessed to the fact that for many things I am today, he is the individual that tin take credit.

After all why should he make it to me or is he just sort to me alone? He is a couple of old age aged than I. helium was a word form ahead of me in school too. He, as I cognize was the most bubly and buoyant cat as a school boy. Oh! My...he was talking from anything to every thing though the subjects naturally were limited to our age jump world. The games, frocks he had purchased from his pocket money and that bluish skirt of our teacher. I did really bask the minutes he used to narrate all these in his inimitable style, sometimes exaggerating sometiimes in an emotional voice. I don't retrieve disliking or objecting to anything except for that 1 twenty-four hours when he described the length of his teacher's legs. I was a spot frieghtened as I protested. He laughed at me first and then just switched over.

He was not like it as I knew. This thing bugged me all nighttime long. I can't show what exactly I should name the thoghts that crawled my mind. But it is also true that grasp for him surfaced strongly. But it never occured to me that he was growing up. Or was he grown up already?

More than anything else what brought me to adore him was his integrity. For some ground or the other Iodine could not travel to school or play without him. With him by my side, I felt safer always. He made merriment off me, ragged me. But as always, his buffooneries showed me I had to turn more.

Now, in retrospect I believe of him. He is coming back to our town after 32 years. They moved south after he finished high school. Later he called me to state he had to give up additional schooling for pursuing some job. He married a Southerner taller than his ain self. He built a place there and grew mango tree trees all around. This conveys an relative incidence back to memory. In the mango tree season, while returning from school, we had to go through by a mangrove. And there was a brawny watcher gaurduing it. But my friend was all too adroit for him. He used to cry and coo standing infront of the gate as if person else was trying to thieve mango trees and he wanted to alarm the watchman. My friend was so speedy to sense if the watcher wasn't around when he didn't turn up immediately. He would dart in, in large paces and whew.. would tweak a few mangoes. Always more for him and one or two for me. Iodine didn't make bold inquire why.

He is coming to me. To see me. Helium couldn't even go to my marriage. He just sent a commiseration missive when my dada expired. This had disturbed me deeply as I needed him besides me when I thought the world was getting washed away from under my feet. When he called up to state he is coming here, it relieved me. Iodine didn't inquire any more than questions.

I recieved him at the airport. My married woman was all funny about him as she just knew him through my narrations. he was looking more than aged than he actually was.A very thin Grey spot on his pate. He just grinned to me but still I could feel the affectionateness unaltered.

Back home, he gave a shocker. He had blood malignant neoplastic disease in the advanced stage. Over many javas he narrated his story. He had lost hopes. His lone girl refused to see him for long time now for just he did not like her fiance. The male child belonged to a rich family. For once, he appeared to be seeking my suggestion. His years were numbered. He had built a large estate that he didn't just desire to give it to his girl or waste material it. Even at his lurking death, it filled me with gratitude coz he was asking me for suggestion. My married woman was watching him, crying filled in her eyes, as he shoved the enrollment document of his estate. He made all places in my name.

He didn't give me any opportunity to decline it. For nth time it reminded me why I adored him. Helium had all the religion in me. He had calculated everything in advance. He familiarised me with his properties, concern dealings, and the charity that he started of late and requested me to continue. He didn't desire to make all these at his decease bed. I could not halt revering him for all that he is. Type A friend, a philosopher, a guide, and a brother. I am jumping into blogging (I trust this is not blogging) just because my ideas can be understood by some psyche just like him, on the net.